Thursday, August 30, 2012

For the one that got away

Crying for what is lost,
Smiling for the same,
And then poker-faced all thorough;
A paradoxical life she leads.

Tomorrow brings hope...
Will it be prettier than today?
Although yesterday’s beauty
Has yet a way to fade.

Look I into dreams
Or memories are these?
The mind boggles and baulks
As the rose tint goes dark.

Yearning for simpler times
When what was mine, was mine.
Now even the next hour seems
As though it is unreal.

Take not the colours from my life,
I seek to see again.
Give me back my happiness
And all that once was mine.